Blair Dame vs Black Severin - Killer Queen

[Monsy]

HARDSTYLE HENTAI MUD PIT MATCH
Win via forcing one orgasm from the opponent, then knock them out.

[DSX93]

Three Weeks Ago...

The "Slam-A-Thon In The Amazon". One of two events that would be going down at the end of the months. This, and the Queen's Decree. Both being held in the middle of August, both in the honor of the champions of their respective divisions. And because of that,

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was of the belief that this was yet another opportunity that would be closed off to the men: From the lightest to the heaviest, they were all put in their own, singular division.

And after catching wind of the plans for two tournaments, a new belt, and an event for the rookies -- but all for the women -- the self-appointed advocate for the men of LAW was ready to call out management for that too. Because come on, now. All of that, when they've still done nothing to bring Oscar back?

But to his pleasant surprise, Alix would inform him that the guys wouldn't be barred from this one. It was the big reason why he was here tonight. He didn't have a match at this show, but hey, your boy came ready anyway. You never know when somebody might need a replacement, and impromptu matches are added onto the card all the time.

"Hey, Sev. Got a match tonight?"

Ah, shit.

Not a thought that he ever imagined would cross his mind when

's voice graces his ears, but...LAW has a way of throwing surprises at you.

She wasn't scheduled to be here either, and he hadn't told her that he was going to be here. It would've been safer for her that way.

Too bad that Keira knew him well enough to figure that this was the move he'd make. After that whole mess with Fight The LAW, she just had that feeling. And when she saw him on the way over to the production area, presumably to give instructions on the music he wanted played, she knew she was right. And so she waited, just around a corner. Not expecting him to pass by it again without seeing her in his periphery, but it made for a nice "busted!" moment.

Keira was leaning to the side, shoulder to the wall. Arms crossed underneath her breasts, which had the effect of making girls girl even more than they already did on their own, on top of the lifting that her corset was doing. His eyes went there first, then they took in the rest of her. And his mind couldn't handle it all.

The corset! The lace! The choker! Silk shirt. Tiny leather short-shorts and the stockings and garters! And the glasses! The entire ensemble came together so! So well! She had it putting in more work than the Jamaicans and the Mexicans combined. And it took up all the space in his brain, making him forget about the 'splainin' he had to do. Of course, he still remembered that he had to say something...

"Uh...I, uh..."

But words just weren't coming to him right now. He was working off of two, maybe three megabytes of memory, max, stuck in his personal version of that moment in a movie when the love interest first shows up and the camera's panning. Were he a director, he probably would've picked London After Midnight's

for it.

This was going just. As. Planned for Keira.

And Terrell knew that this was on purpose. She had that smirk on her face. That one that let him know that Lady Kei was on the prowl. And they both knew damn well that she had him now. All he could do was let out one of those "Oh, come on!" groans.

"Damn it, woman, you know I can't think when I've got..." When "I've" got? Take Two. "When you've got something like that on!"

That smirk of hers turned into a frown. "Maybe I should go and take it off. By myself."

"Oh, that's dirty." But also a breath of a relief. The mere fact that she was playing the role of Lady Kei meant that she wasn't mad. It was exactly as he just said, though: Keira busted this outfit -- and most importantly, the glasses -- out specifically because she knew that it would render him powerless to go against her will.

"So...?" Tap. Tap. Tap. Of her index finger on her arm as she awaited an answer to her question. But it wasn't about tonight.

Okay. Time to get serious. He took a breath."It would've been safer if I came alone. After Fight The LAW, I just..." It wasn't the effect that Keira meant to have, and Terrell was aware of it, but he all of a sudden found it difficult to meet her purple gaze anyway. Her expression lightened immediately.

Keira stepped over to him and brought her soft hands up, laying one on his broad shoulder and the other on his cheek, staying quiet as she knew he had more to say. But that right there said plenty. It was more of that safety that he loved her so much for providing to him. And that's what this was about.

Terrell's body moved on its own to get more of the comfort she offered him. One hand laid atop the one she had on his cheek, and his arm wrapped around her waist and brought her closer as his eyes returned to hers.

"You saw what got me on that stage after I spent all that time trying the proper channels. And that's what I'm about to do again. I'm gonna be loud out there. I'm gonna make my own opportunities. Tia Harris and Akane...they were just the start. They're gonna be throwing more motherfuckers like them at me."

That triggered a shift in Keira. Made her firm from head to toe, and combined with that fire of hers, burning in her eyes, it was like she'd suddenly grown taller.

"And I'm gonna be there with you every fuckin' step of the way." It was there in her voice: The matter was decided. Nothing more to say.

After removing her hand from his cheek, Terrell intertwined his fingers with hers, his thumb rubbing those idle circles she liked, on her wrist. He'd try anyway.

"Kei...I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

From one professional wrestler to another, this would raise obvious questions in most scenarios: What would he want her to do, then? Work separate shows? Stay away from him, period? For how long?

But he wasn't saying that as a wrestler. He was saying that as a man trying to protect his woman.

"I appreciate what you're trying to do. But I didn't get into wrestling to play it safe. I'm here to fight just as hard as you. Week after week, just like you. And yeah, I might get hurt. I'm gonna try to avoid that, but I knew those risks from the start, and I'm taking 'em. Just like you. We're wrestlers. This is what we do."

"I know. I know, but-"

"We're a team." Keira reached behind her back to take his other hand in hers. "And I need you to trust me to stand there with you. If whoever you're about to fight next doesn't have the guts to face you one-on-one, they're just gonna have to fight me too."

Silence. What Keira said made a lot of sense. So much that Terrell couldn't think of anything he could say to try to get his way. But damn, if he didn't try anyway. She wouldn't give him the time, taking one step. Two. Three. Leading to where he'd been going already before she called out to him.

"Kei..."

"Lady Kei." There was that sexy ass smirk again. And combined with the rest of her, and that authoritative voice...She was just too powerful.

"You know this is cheating, right? You're putting me at a huge disadvantage here."

"All's fair in love and war. And I love the shit out of you, so you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Terrell was worried. This could go any number of ways. A lot of them bad. But despite that, she still managed to get a dumb, transfixed smile out of him. "I love you too."

"It's settled, then: We are gonna go out there. You're gonna get on the mic, and you're gonna get your match for the Slam-a-Thon. And if your opponent wants to bring a friend down to try to get an early piece of you, we're gonna own them. Then you're gonna take me out to this club that just opened up. Pretty sure you'll like it." Keira gave his hands a tug. Nothing with any real power to it. Not physically, anyway: It was more a suggestion for him to follow. And he would, and as a result, the two would have a clash. Controlled, pressing her hypnotizing buxom against his hard pecs, her flesh mushrooming deliciously in her corset. Their lips came inches away from contact, their intimate closeness making it all the easier for him to peer into his soul, daring him to find even a small part of him that could dare resist her. "Got it?"

But where she's concerned, Terrell Hughes was more often than not a weak, weak man. Plus, he was interested in seeing about that club. They were in Detroit; she knows the place.

"Yes, my Lady."

"Good." His Lady took a step to his side to allow him to lead the way. But not without a good smack in the ass first. He looked great in those shorts. "Now get your sweet ass moving!"

"Yes, my Lady!"

God, he loves it when she's like this!

With her at his side, Black Severin continued over to gorilla, his steps brimming with extra pep and purpose. This didn't rid his mind of his worries, but...

...Fuck it. We ball.

He came out with all of the usual fare and flair: The 90's hit was easy to jam and vibe to, for not only himself, but many in the crowd too. Keira wouldn't join in herself, however. Terrell may have liked to dance with her, no matter how bad she was -- or believed she was -- but she typically needed a drink or a few before she busted a move in public that wasn't just headbanging.

The alternative beauty left all the smooth moves to him and stuck to a simple march to the ring. And looking the way she did, the fellas and quite a few ladies in the audience didn't need to see anything fancy to want to cheer for her. And drool and whistle. Everything you'd expect from a crowd reacting to a woman who possessed an It Factor worthy of a magazine cover. Though Severin was eyed with much desire himself. When he reached the apron, the women in the audience waited with bated breath, with many in the front row reaching out in anticipation of his jacket. But tonight, it stayed on.

And when she joined him, Keira glided a hand from his chest to his perfect abs and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss that left him indubitably marked, for those who either didn't know or forgot after not having seen them together live in so long, as hers. And her as his, letting down the hopefuls in the crowd.

Ladies first: Severin sat atop the middle rope and lifted the top one open for her to bend through, drinking a rear view in from what was easily the best seat in the house. Damn, she looked good in those shorts!

Suddenly feeling the need to show off a bit, he'd clear the ropes with a clean jump. No hands, pure hops. And he got the applause he was seeking from Keira.

He signaled a ringside assistant for a mic and waited for the music to fade, leaving the chants to remain.

"SLAM! DUH DUH-DUH! DUH DUH-DUH! LET THE BOYS BE BOYS! SLAM! DUH DUH-DUH! DUH DUH-DUH! LET THE BOYS BE BOYS!"

He still hasn't found a song to stick to. But this banger? That's probably one he'll use again. Maybe he'll make a poll and let the fans decide. They were already making a case for this to be one of the options.

Severin raised the mic, but wouldn't speak into it just yet. Nah, let this thing marinate. See how much longer they keep it up.

After a good few moments, the crowd started to quiet down. And that's when Severin finally spoke, starting with his catch phrase address to them.

"LAW Universe! Lemme holla at'cha!" He'd wait another beat, milking the cheers before he continued. "It's that time again! And that choice of music was no coincidence. Y'all were singing it: You know what your boy's out here for tonight!"

Another chant would start, first with one man...

"Slammin' Keira!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap! "Slammin' Keira!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!

...Then spread throughout the arena.

"SLAMMIN' KEIRA!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap! "SLAMMIN' KEIRA!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!

Severin turned to his Lady, and they traded amorous looks that said his next words before they even came out of his mouth.

"Ey, that sounds good to me! What do you think?"

A question that didn't really need asking. The answer was right there in her eyes. "Come and get it." She reached for the mic and pulled it to her lips. "You're gonna have to catch me first."

Alright, alright! Severin responded with a nod. "I caught you the first time."

"Maybe I wanted to get caught the first time."

Oh, he had a few responses in mind for that one. But which one does he go with?

"Oh, that's how it is, huh? Well, I've got a lot more tricks up my sleeve than I did a year ago. Been saving a few for the rematch."

That raised her brow. "So you're telling me you've been holding back this entire time?" She kept her tone light and teasing, letting him know that the revelation hadn't caused her any real offense.

"Oh, you'll be getting that hundred and ten percent in good time. I promise you that."

"I damn well better!" She'd normally follow that up with some kind of fun threat, but a live broadcast in front of millions didn't feel like the proper place to fully assert the dominance she would in private. But he'd respond as though it had been made anyway:

"Yes, my Lady!" She could do that in the match itself, and he'd still love it.

Severin wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and one of hers went around his waist as his thumb drew those circles on it. Keira had never been able to put what it was she loved about that into words. It was just so comforting.

He stared ahead at the crowd with a sheepish smile. "Y'all ain't gonna like what I'm about to say." He took a moment to prepare himself for the boos. It wasn't something he'd meant to do, but when that energy starts flowing between the two of them, he can't help but go along with it.

"That's not what I came out here for." Aaaand there they are. He was quick to offer some consolation, though: "Hey, don't be like that. There's not a single person on this earth who wants "Keira Robinson vs Black Severin 2" to happen more than I do. Best believe it!" He kept going from there, knowing that he had to direct the energy here. Get their minds on something other than the disappointment.

"The Slam-A-Thon in The Amazon. Let's talk about it! About a week ago, your boy finds out that it's an open-gendered event." Cue a beat. Let the people cheer. Most of them, anyway. Some didn't like the idea and they made that known. Sucks to be them. "Another big event, and they're letting the guys in? You know I've gotta be there! So I ask a buddy who's in the know what the card's looking like, and guess what they told me? 'They don't have anything for you." And there's the boos again. These, he welcomed.

Keira made a silent show of solidarity with a thumb she pointed downward.

"I know, right? But that's just as expected. Me and LAW management, we've been butting heads for a while now. I've never been much of a talker. Never been much of a social media guy. I like to do most of my communication in the ring, and we all know how much of a fucking cesspool social media is these days.

But my time here in LAW has taught me something. Things work differently in the world of professional wrestling. You wanna get ahead? You've gotta make noise. You want opportunities? Gotta make 'em yourself. Especially in a promotion that doesn't value its male talent as much as it should." More boos, but it wasn't a simple reaction. There was another split: Some were support of him, some wanted him to shut up. "And that right there's the thing that started it all. One simple callout on Twitter, about the Double or Nothing tournament back in January. Because why would you bar the men from competing? What good reason was there for us to be kept out?

That question would never get a real answer. Just some snappy, elusive bullshit." Severin would make a quotation gesture with one of his fingers as he continued, "LAW hears your concerns and reminds you that strides have been made to represent male wrestlers at this great company." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. That's why the Double-or-Nothing tournament remained exclusionary. Along with the H-1 Climax tournament. And some more events that are coming up: The 'Last Woman Standing' tournament. The Queen of the Ring. They've got something in the works for the rookies: But just the Lionesses. The men in the pride just have to find their own way to a grander stage. They've got a Smother championship coming that the guys won't be able to challenge for. But every once in a while, between all of these, they'll hold one or two smaller events that we can take part in. Give us scraps like that's gonna be enough.

And has anybody in LAW heard anything from our Intergender champion? Has management reached out to our main man to negotiate his return? Is Oscar Orelash on his way back? Because as far as I've heard, ain't nothin' changed: The man makes history, being the first to get his hands on a belt in the world's largest combat professional wrestling promotion. Then after one defense, some psycho goes and poisons him. Leviathan makes him an offer and shows the concern that wasn't shown for him here, and away he goes. I can't even blame the dude for leaving. I can't blame any of these talented men leaving after what, a month or a few here?

It happens a lot, and it's been happening before I even got here: New guy gets signed, he hops into the ring, then not long after, he's out the door. Because what's LAW offering him? I'm not gonna front: The money's good. Got a lot of sweet benefits: Free access to top-tier gyms, hotels, and all that. Free flights and reimbursement for gas money spent on the road. But it's all stuff that the ladies get, then they get more. The sky's the limit for the women of LAW. But for us? Limit's the sky. If that.

And I'm not gonna lie, even I thought about jumping ship in my first few months here." Boos. "Because I didn't see the point: Why wrestle for a company that's purposely set a ceiling to keep me and every other guy from reaching the top? Around the time I had those thoughts, the Intergender Title wasn't even a thing, so..." Severin would turn his eyes towards Keira. "But things took off with us, like the world's greatest whirlwind."

His sweet words were rewarded with an even sweeter smile from Keira.

"And I didn't wanna lose that. LAW takes us all over the world, and I didn't have the kind of money back then to keep that up on my own. And that leads me to my next point, but bear with me here: When the Kings and Queens Tournament was announced, we had a conversation. And you told me...Well, you wanna take it from here?"

"When I heard about the Kings and Queens tournament, after everything you've told me about your friend, I knew that you needed to be here. It was your chance to show the LAW Universe the greatness I see in you. It was your chance to show 'em exactly what you're worth. The goals you had coming into this place? I knew you could accomplish them. And I know you will."

And with her here, cheering him on, how could he leave?

Keira handed him the mic, having said her piece.

"And I can't thank you enough for that support. This right here leads me to my next point: I'm not giving management shit because I hate LAW. Nah. I owe a lot to this place. I've gotten to go places I never thought I would. Meet people I never thought I'd get to meet. Do things I'd only ever dreamed of before. Things I thought would only be dreams.

I'm in the greatest shape of my life, and I'm still getting stronger! Better! And I've found a love that I've wanted so bad, but never felt worthy of before. My whole life's changed. I'm a different man from what you saw when I first stepped through that curtain, and I owe all of that to LAW. It put me where I needed to be to experience all of that.

I love this place! And I'm calling out the bullshit because I know that LAW can soar even higher. It can become something even greater than what it already is. The people in charge just need to take those steps and make it happen! Yes, I am talking directly to you, Dan DeFranco!" Severin took his arm from around Keira's shoulder to point a finger directly into a camera, and the shocked crowd erupted at the sheer audacity on display.

"You and your people, you need to do better! Forget about my own grievances here for a minute: There are hundreds of top caliber wrestlers in this company. In the back right now in this very building, and in the backs of other buildings on all of the other shows being taped live across the world. You have warriors coming out here to bust their asses performing for these fans week after week after week after week after week! Missing holidays, missing birthdays, missing all kinds of important dates to shed their blood, sweat, and tears. To make their sacrifices for this business! And because they have a penis, they're not being given a proper shot. They're not being given their due for all the money they're putting in your pockets!

You tell us to do things the right way: To settle matters behind closed doors. To keep it professional. Be patient. Trust you. Trust the process. And look what it gets us! Men have been here from the very beginning, but we don't get a belt until what? After seven or eight years?" His passion continued to flow hotter and hotter with every word spoken. "One belt, that you clearly do not give a single fuck about! It's not even listed on the website! 'Strides have been made to represent male wrestlers.' Please! And you wanna call the words coming out of my mouth 'classless slander'?!? You yourselves have held up Oscar Orelash as an example, and look what you let happen with him!

And you keep doing it because nobody speaks up.

So here I am. I tried things exactly as you suggested in that first exchange. When Fight The LAW came around and I learned that I didn't have a match on the card, I kept doing what I do in the ring or wherever you have me wrestling, hoping that would help make my case. I made those phone calls. I knocked on doors. Talked to assistants; never to the people up high in the chain. Because apparently y'all had better things to do. So much for that.

So I took things into my own hands. I made some noise. Issued a challenge. And guess what? It worked! You sent two psychopaths to try to take me out. But I'm still standing here! And you damn well better believe that I'm gonna accomplish my mission here in LAW whether you're standing with me or against me!"

Severin turned towards the entranceway with fire in his eyes.

"And it's clear where we're at now, so I'm not even gonna bother with y'all. Not anymore.

I'm issuing another challenge, to all of the Heavyweights in LAW. I don't care who you are. I don't care what kind of match you want. All that matters to me is that you'll take me on at the Slam-A-Thon.

And if you're in the back right now listening to this, and you wanna step up, come holler!"

And with that said, and with Keira following, Severin backed away to the opposite set of ropes as a show of good faith. He's hungry. He wasn't going to let this opportunity to make a name for himself on a larger stage pass him by, but he wasn't about to start jumping people to do it.

Note

I've gotten permission from ThurmanMermanPlx to write Keira. Thanks again, bro!

[BlackAkuma]

From the diary of Blair Dame…

I am glad I was not born as a man.

Understand me when I say this. I have nothing against men, in general—no undue disdain. While I enjoy the company of both sexes, I’ve found worthy companionship in both, as well as enemies. Idiocy is not locked to any particular gender…though, I will admit, there are certain varieties of it that certain genders specialize in.

Despite my feelings, I have, on occasion, been mistaken for some radical feminist, whatever that term is supposed to mean. I will admit, men can oftentimes be more entertaining to beat than women; I take no great pleasure in doing so, at least no more so than usual. I can see why some would think I do; however, as that is not uncommon in an increasingly female-dominated field, one increasingly crowded by women who’ve come to beat men and men who’ve come to be defeated by them. There was a time when the burden was the other way around, when wrestling was patriarchal in nature, but LAW and its derivatives changed all that.

Now, men like Black Severin find themselves clawing for attention, struggling to make gains and recognition that their forebearers took for granted. They seek to be more than sex objects. A noble goal, and one that I can respect.

I didn’t come back to wrestling for an easy road, or to have my wins handed to me. I came to see what the new generation had to offer, to take on their very best, and I believe this young man is a fine example of that. He doesn’t know it yet, but he has my admiration. When the times comes, I will express it to him.

Properly.

That time would come now.

The lights around the arena dropped not long after Black Severin’s final word, bathing the crowd in a gloom, and the audience reacted with a surge of excitement - after all, this meant that someone had accepted his challenge and that they were, indeed, going to have a match. The only question was who it would be, and dozens of names worked their way through the throngs, slipping through on whispers.

The speculation would cease when a

echoed through the arena, followed by an even more haunting voice.

We can fight our desires…
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot…
Whether we like it or not…

The spotlight shone at the top of the ramp, revealing the White Widow herself, Blair Dame, bathed in the glowing light, her fur coat glowing through the mist. With her head held high, she made her way down the ramp in a regal strut, one proud foot in front of the other. Her towering form demanded attention, but she paid none of it back, moving as if the rest of the world hardly mattered. This was her arena. Her ring. Her world.

They say we can love who we trust…
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions…
What are feelings without emotions?

Up the steps and through the ropes she went, bending down as she entered to give the audience the show they were hoping for. It was only upon entering that her gaze turned to the opposite side of the ring, where Black Severin waited in the darkness. Her gaze wasn’t one of amusement or hate, there wasn’t an ounce of malice or a gram of derision. More curiosity, than anything. As if they were in a zoo, and she’d found an interesting specimen to observe. Watching. Noting. Curiosity.

If there were any doubts about her purpose, they vanished the moment she let her white fur coat drop, revealing the

in all its glory. Her muscles shimmered as she made her way over to him and extended her hand, palm down, bidding him to kiss the top.

”Young man,” She spoke softly as the lights lifted. ”I will be your opponent.”

[DSX93]

In that brief silence that followed that final word, Severin was figuring out what he could say to be able to save face in the event that nobody comes out. Or what he should do: Staying in that ring until somebody responded was one idea. If you're gonna crash a show, might as well go all the way, right?

It was an idea. One that he was prepared to follow through with when he first stepped into the building. But it wasn't that simple anymore. Yeah, he wasn't going to put up much of a fight against Keira coming out here with him, but that didn't mean that his protective instincts had just gone up in smoke.

He knows his woman; knew from the beginning that it was going to be impossible to keep her away from all of the danger and the fights. And he respected her too much to try. It'd be the worst that he'd make that effort with. If the blowback felt like it could be, or lead to something big...

He wouldn't have to do much thinking. Good. Aside from having a ready response, this was starting to feel like something to be mulling over at length later on, away from the field.

The reaction was instant the moment he saw that blue hair and white leotard. The regal flair, that "I run this shit" energy. Electric, shifting the corners of his lips to an upward curve. He'd somehow find a way to stand just a little bit straighter.

Blair. Freaking. Dame. The Thronemaker, in the flesh. Severin had believed that she was still retired up until a few months ago, when he'd seen her in the ring against a Portuguese fellow. Tomas Ferreira. He'd seen enough of her past matches to notice the Rocky Balboa switch-up -- how the years took a toll on her speed, but she had some new muscle to make up for it. Generally speaking, going by the results at the end of the day, it's like she hadn't lost a step.

Blair Dame, Alaina Sanders, Elvira Velour...He hoped to be in such good shape in the next twenty-something, thirty-something years.

Keira would have an arm wrapped around her shoulder, and a thumb drawing those beloved circles, anticipatory of her notice. Of the things that she had her insecurities about, his loyalty was never one of them. But still, he would always offer her these assurances in situations like this. And she'd always appreciate them.

She did have to admit, though, this woman was pretty hot.

That initial extension, though...

Severin didn't know what to make of that. On one hand, it was good to know that he'd passed that silent assessment of hers. On the other, it didn't feel quite right to his somewhat old-fashioned sensibilities. He was never an upper society type, and that never changed after his big win at the Madison casino. Yeah, he'd start enjoying some of the finer things in life, but he'd still eye the price tag on things.

There are too many tragic new money stories out there, persisting to this very day, for him to up and start resting on his financial laurels now. His mama didn't raise no fool.

And he didn't try to ingratiate himself with the elite either. But not out of any enmity -- it just wasn't what he was looking for in life.

And as such, he wasn't quite sure how to interpret that hand. Maybe he was wrong, but it felt presumptuous. Like putting his lips on it with Keira right there would be pure disrespect. Was that intentional? Did she really think that she could get him to do that? Or again, was he reading this wrong?

Taking chances got him to where he is today, but on this occasion, Severin would err on the side of caution when he stepped forward. He'd take her hand, and rotate their wrists into a more proper handshake. And since her intentions there were a mystery to him, he'd just skip past that when he raised the mic to his mouth, his smile flashing his teeth. She wasn't the best person when she was active in her youth, but accounts have spoken to her being a changed woman. He wanted to believe that was still true.

"I know I said I didn't care who came out -- who cut a promo, wrote a Tweet, or whatever to accept the challenge -- but to be absolutely for real? I was hoping to see somebody like you walking down that ramp. Blair. Freaking. Dame. The Blue Lady." His free hand was raised balled into a fist, ready to count a reference that the Frenchwoman most likely wouldn't recognize, but was too good for him to let pass here. Some fans would catch on after the first and repeat it with him, spreading it to the rest like a mathematical plague mixed in with a malfunctioning jukebox. "The five time! Five time! Five time! Five time! Five time Lutte De Reines champion!

Exactly the challenge that I'm looking for. The kind of challenge I need!"

[BlackAkuma]

The match had already begun. There wasn’t any bell, no, but Severin would be a fool if he thought what they were doing now wouldn’t impact their contest. Wrestling was more than what happened inside the ropes. Intimidation, analysis, and concentration all played key parts in the contest to come. Blair had won more than her fair share of matches without laying a single hand on her foe, simply by playing the right mind games.

The extended hand wasn’t merely courtesy, but bait. She often made the gesture to her opponents, especially her male ones, but she had never done so with their partners close by. With a single gesture, several questions were tossed into the air. How would he react? What was the play?

Ah, the better part of valor.

She smirked as he turned her hand about and reverted her gesture into a mere shake. Not the first time someone had done so, though she suspected he meant it in more of a respectful manner than usual. Blair threw a wild wink Keira’s way, then nodded at her future opponent. ”Smart man.”

Blair stepped back and prowled about the ring with a lazy stroll as he said his piece, throwing no shortage of accolades her way. She could not help but raise a curious eyebrow at the repetition of her title. She suspected there was a joke there, some American humor, but it was too obscure for her recollection. Regardless, the respected words were appreciated. Never let it be said that Blair Dame was a woman unaffected by flattery.

She reached outside of the ring and was handed a microphone, without so much as glancing at the one who gave it. Moving at her own leisurely pace, she strolled back towards the center of the ring, moving in just close enough to make the difference in their sizes stand out. While he was no small man by most standards, she dwarfed him by at least half a foot, perhaps more.

”Monsieur Severin.” She spoke his name with the fullness of her accent, bathing it rich French flavor. ”Please, mercy. You embarrass an old woman. I’m an old warhorse, so frail, so beyond my best years. No work for a young stallion such as yourself, surely.”

The White Widow made her way around him and made no habit to hide her roving eyes. Bad manners in front of his paramor? Perhaps. But this was LAW. Sex was at the cornerstone of all things. ”Nonetheless, if a challenge is what you seek, mayhaps I might provide some small satisfaction. S'il te plaît. Name your conditions.”

[DSX93]

The moment he felt Keira's arm warp around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder, he knew that he'd made the right choice. And then it was the alternative beauty's turn to start smirking; something that would communicate, "nice try, but you're not winning this one, sister." The mind games wouldn't take too long to become apparent to her man. Blair's were a bit more subtle than the norm -- and humbler now -- but he's seen enough of her to know that's what she was getting up to here.

Sexier. Definitely sexier than the norm. The accent, a touch of butter, and even more than that, the open interest in what she sees. A real easy way to get a foot into any man's door. And she happened to tick some of his boxes: Tall, curvaceous, muscular, older, and dominant. But her audacity! Openly drinking him in like Keira wasn't even here.

And indeed, his Lady was...less than pleased. She kept that knowing, catty smile on her face, with the addition of eyes that were shooting daggers at this woman as she circled the two. Who does she think she is?

Whatever the answer, she'd let Blair look. And set a hand on his chiseled abs, setting it on a slow course up to that godlike chest. An obvious marking of her territory, with a raised brow to communicate it further: Even if Blair were to get the opportunity to touch him, there would only be one woman who could call him "Mine."

Severin just stood still, with the exception of those continuous circles being drawn on Keira's shoulder when his arm went back around her, with only a small smile to betray some of his true feelings about this moment they were all having: It would never be something that he'd actively try to bring about, but a part of him -- that pure, primal ego that every man has, even if deep down inside -- was enjoying it. Had him feeling the essence of Shawn Michaels'

He had a ready answer when Blair asked for his conditions.

"Well, you're known for knocking people out. And I intend to be known for being good at everything I do in this ring, or wherever LAW needs me to be: Highflying. The power game. Submissions. Hentai. Oil. Mud. Steel cages. Whatever.

So how about I take a step into your world for this?"

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame was, among many other things, a lady - or, at least, she fashioned herself as one. It was in the way she carried herself, moving with a regal aura. As if her rule over all in the ring was unquestioned and absolute. Her height was invaluable in this, naturally. It was easier to intimidate when 99% of the world had to crane their necks upwards to look you in the eye.

But, she wasn’t above a little teasing from time to time, and this was certainly one of those occasions. She had no ill will toward either Keira or her beloved beau, but the temptation to tease was simply too strong. After all, they were in LAW, were they not? Sensuality was a weapon, and one she fully intended to wield whenever the opportunity arose.

But, as fun as that was, they were here on business. She had thrown the gauntlet down, and she was keen to see how Severin chose to pick it up.

Her smirk widened as he mentioned her tendency to knock people out, and she threw a mischievous glint towards Keira along with a slight shaking of the hips - a bit of foreshadowing, perhaps. She might have done more than that, too, if Severin hadn't demanded her attention with his proposition.

Submissions? Oh, yes.

Hentai? Daring. She approved

Oil? Mud? Quite a mess, but it had been too long since she’d gotten dirty.

Steel cages? An excellent garnish on an exquisite dish. Perfect.

All in all, Blair Dame found all of prepositions, more or less…”Acceptable.” She smiled and the crowd cheered, but she held up a warning finger and wagged it his way. ”Though, be careful. After you take one step, you might wish to take another. And another. And another. And…”